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A magnificent European-style villa. In the magnificent hall, people are drinking and drinking.
Dazzling women and handsome men in suits and ties shuttle elegantly under the light.
Flowers, fine wine, handsome men, beauties, everything complements each other so well.
On the side of the gorgeous and spacious floor-to-ceiling glass, stood two handsome men who made beautiful women turn around and the handsome man jumped off the building.
One was drinking red wine carelessly, while the other was admiring all kinds of beauties with great interest.
"The woman in the red dress has a pretty face, but it's a pity that her figure is like a road without slopes."
Zhang Yueze's sexy peach blossom eyes were walking among the beauties while commenting on the women's various postures in an evil manner.
Cheng Haochen played with the red wine glass in his hand. The transparent and light red wine was flowing back and forth in the glass. "You like the ups and downs so much that you go to see the hillsides every day?"
He took a sip of wine and continued lazily, "I really wonder if you were a monk in your last life. You will never get tired of women in this life. Are women that good-looking? After taking off the foundation as thick as a wall, you still
Isn’t there just one face left with the same facial features?”
Zhang Yueze immediately smiled heartily, with a cynical look, and retorted: "That's wrong! Every woman is like a dish, some are sweet, some are sour, some are hot...
Each dish has its own unique taste. After eating it, you will savor their specialness. But no matter how good the dish is, you will get tired of it one day. Therefore, the taste must be changed frequently to make it more enjoyable.
You feel relished."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yueze's expression suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he stood there blankly like a perfect sculpture.
Cheng Haochen's eyes were as bright as stars. He glanced at him and bumped him with his elbow, "Has your soul gone to heaven or hell?".
Zhang Yueze didn't seem to hear what he said and didn't react at all, like a dull puppet.
Seeing how absent-minded Cheng Haochen was, he teased him, "Do you need a sponge to slobber on you?".
Zhang Yueze still didn't respond. He couldn't help but turn his head and look lazily towards his gaze.
I saw a woman standing next to the stairs not far from them.
The woman had a peaceful face and was looking at the purple tulips in a gorgeous vase, slightly lost in thought.
Her dark eyebrows are like willows, her almond-shaped eyes are clear and transparent, the waves of autumn water are more rippling than the pool water, and her bright eyes are more moving than the sunshine.
Her fair skin is as smooth and smooth as warm jade, and as smooth and clear as fine porcelain.
The lips are pink and tender, filled with a crimson halo. The slightly curly black hair is like a black waterfall, pouring down on the back.